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#122: To My Son

Fancy Em

Dear son,
whatever befalls you in life,
whichever direction you choose to go,
wherever you go to school and
whatever you decide to study,
whatever religion you choose to follow,
even if you choose, wisely I might ad,
to follow no religion whatsoever,
to be a spiritual non-religious person,
whatever instrument you tackle,
even if you choose, poorly I might add,
to play no instrument at all,
wherever you decide to live,
whatever work at which you endeavor,
and finally whomever you choose to love,
I have one simple wish for you;
sure, call it advice, or instruction,
or admonition–I choose to think of it
as a request, a favor, a hope, a plea:
son, don’t be an ass.

That’s it.  It would be tempting
to list all manner of behaviors
uncharacteristic of an ass,
all the virtues and values and ideals
antithetical to the ass,
but somehow, I doubt this
would neither be helpful to you
nor make a good poem.  So I
say to you once more,
with the proviso that almost
anyone with half a heart or mind
can see and feel and smell
an ass coming from a mile away,
as I hope you will be able
to sense and check the tendency
in yourself, as your father has
tried and sometimes failed to do:

My dear son, don’t be an ass.

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#42: The Father’s Day Poem

Father's Day Card

The Father’s Day Poem

My son hid little homemade Father’s Day cards
around the house for me to find,
hid them several times over
so I could find them again.

One of them said,
“You are a star of men.”
Flattering will get you nowhere, son,
I said, but he and I both know
that most of the time
that’s just not true.

Another card said, “You made me
and I’m glad you did.”
I can only claim partial responsibility
for that, I told him.  Perhaps I did some
engineering but your mother
did the heavy lifting. Still does.

And another one, the
card that was actually the first
in the series, said,
“Sorry for hitting you
on Father’s Day
I am sorry.”

And on this last one
he had drawn a monster
and I told him I liked it.
“That’s no monster, Daddy.
That’s you.”  And we shared
a laugh over that one–

the apology card over
the picture of an angry
Father on Father’s Day,
the card that would
launch a whole series
of cards to make Dad
feel appreciated and loved,
and that might perhaps
earn the boy back the screen time
he had lost for hitting his father.

It worked.

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